See that it don't happen again, Todd." "I am sure I am exceedingly grieved.

Circumstances"-- "Oh, never mind all that--I want my will." "Will--will--Forgive me--a little confused, that's all.

Your manner is so full of hearty old middle-age's kind of vigour"-- Here he stopped, more suddenly even than usual, for Mr.Meeson fixed him with his savage eye, and then jerked himself out of the room to look for the document in question.
"Little idiot!" muttered Meeson; "I'll give him the sack, too, if he isn't more careful.

By Jove! why should I not have my own resident solicitor?
I could get a sharp hand with a damaged character for about L300 a year, and I pay that old Todd quite L2000.

There is a vacant place in the Hutches that I could turn into an office.